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Step up around, the wrong direction found
A growing storm within swells without sway
Fall back away till all that’s left is sound

Lightening overhead crashes to the ground
People rushing with harried steps to the bay
Step up around, the wrong direction found

Shouts and cries of joy are drowned
By the crashing thunder above and they
Fall back away till all that’s left is sound

Each idea voiced will resound
And beg of you a choice or way
Step up around, the wrong direction found

Each voice, each heart, each will astound
As they carry options all your way
Fall back away till all that’s left is sound

Within you the choices are abound
So choose whichever one you may
Step up around the wrong direction found
Fall back away till all that’s left is sound





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